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Th e era Id The Sewickley Valley's Home-News Weekly Vol.34. No. 16. SEWICKLEY, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1938 Price 5 Cents mjw»rtoot-ac». "OHIO" By Robert W. McKnight (Remembering the St* Patrick's Day Flood of 1936) p. !His;«i> "SO HE WAS BRIDLED AGAIN" BY THE NEW EMSWORTH DAM. (This photograph by Harry Reno) I of the mountains, the Thoy bridled him, Him, the wild line, tho runner galloper oi tho plains, Him, who stood with his hocks in the Gulf And made it bitter with his voiding, Him, who with his forefeet pawed at tho mountains And tho hills turned to hollows under his hoofs, Who shook his head in his pride and the sun made rainbows in his white mane. They bridled him and he suffered it. He forgot for a while his youth, the snorting of his nostrils tossed high in tho free air, The pounding of his forefeet on tho flatlands, The thunder of his hoofs in tho mountain valleys. Ho bore them willingly to tho westward, beyond the setting sun. Ho served them faithfully, them and their sons and their grandsons. Ho bore their burdens and laughed at their weight. And they frolicked with him and their children played on his broad back as on their doorsteps. They fondled him and spoke in his oar endearing phrases. They called him '' Oyo, the White Ono, the Beautiful.'' They wero proud of him and ho gladly suffered their bridle, And though tho stain of their burdens dimmed tho luster of his white coat, Still when thoy called him Ohio, tho White One, tho Beautiful > His heart responded and he neighed in pride. But, as tho generations passed, They became accustomed to him and they saw him not. ■ They know him not. His coat was thick with filth. His head still lay by the salt water And his head on tho mighty Hills, But they stabled him in. their own dung. They bound him with fetters of stool, and with steel they hobbled his foot. They encompassed his heaving flanks in a .^traitjacket of concrete. "With ribbons of stool they harnessed him about on each side. They grudged him tho room he took, their cities hedged him around. With their fires thoy branded him, and when he winced, Thoy jeered at him, saying, "Behold Ohio, the White One, tho Beautiful!" They thickened his blood with their poisons. And for a. time he was too tired to think. Ho lived as in a toiling dream. But through the. murky lights of his slumber, Through the sluggish reaches of his poisoned mind Came to him memories of his youth, That other he, the wild one, lord of the plains and the mountains. It was not the bridlo which shamed him But the misuse, the indignities. His head lay on the mountains And into his deafened ears there came, as from a distance, Tho soft falling of snow, Tho patter of rain, tho sound of waters. And through the clogged norvo-ehaunels of his brain crept whispers, "Eise, Father, and strike them, Beat thorn down I Shako off your fetters and.be proud and strong once more. Awake, Father, and strike!" And he remembered his strength and his pride. With a Hinge he rose to his knees, his'eyes glaring. He shook on high his crested mano, High above him tho foam of his mouth flew into the skies And camo back to sparkle on his dingy coat. And they behold his awakening and said, "It is nothing. Ho has a dream; lie will sleep again." But suddenly ho reared and plunged, His hoofs tliundorod in tho mountain valleys, His tail lashed tho plainlands. Like a strong wind he fell upon them; He destroyed and ravaged their fields. He burst through their homes nnd did not know ho had struck them. Ho scattered them like chaff before a great wind. His blood flowed hot and sweet in his veins, The poison stultified him no more. And they fled, where they could, to the mountains. But ho, when ho saw them fleeing in terror, Whon he saw their children mangled and bleeding under his feet, Ho repented of what he had done. '' They thought they owned mo,'' he said. "These little people are proud Even as I am proud. They thought they owned me. It is not so; we aro partners and brothers And they aro my people.'' A great weariness came upon him. "I will sleep," ho said. "I am weary, and when I awake I will niako amends to them, I do not Tear at their bridle; I will carry them and their burdens, But shame I will not endure.'' And as he slept_ they crept out of their hiding places And gazed at him in awe, as at one they had never seen. "This is Ohio," they said, "tho Strong Ono, tho Terrible; Wherewithal shall we bind him now? Thoro is not in all tho world a chain that will bind him." But when he awoke, and thoy fled, He gentled himself to tho haitcr And opened liis mouth to tho bit. And they, conscious of all they had done, Were shamed for a moment and wondered. So ho was bridled again and bent his neck to tho haltor. But ho has not forgotten his wrath though it passed. _\or will they, thoso that behold it. _____
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Title | Sewickley Herald |
Subject | Sewickley (Pa.)--Newspapers |
Description | A weekly community newspaper in Sewickley, Pennsylvania. Coverage includes September 1903-Most recently available. |
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Publisher | Trib Total Media, Inc |
Date | 03-17-1938 |
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Title | 1938-03-17.Page01 |
Date | 03-17-1938 |
Contact | For information on source and images, contact the Sewickley Public Library, Attn: Reference Department, 500 Thorn St. Sewickley PA 15143. Phone: 412-741-6920. Email: sewickley@einetwork.net |
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Full Text | Th e era Id The Sewickley Valley's Home-News Weekly Vol.34. No. 16. SEWICKLEY, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1938 Price 5 Cents mjw»rtoot-ac». "OHIO" By Robert W. McKnight (Remembering the St* Patrick's Day Flood of 1936) p. !His;«i> "SO HE WAS BRIDLED AGAIN" BY THE NEW EMSWORTH DAM. (This photograph by Harry Reno) I of the mountains, the Thoy bridled him, Him, the wild line, tho runner galloper oi tho plains, Him, who stood with his hocks in the Gulf And made it bitter with his voiding, Him, who with his forefeet pawed at tho mountains And tho hills turned to hollows under his hoofs, Who shook his head in his pride and the sun made rainbows in his white mane. They bridled him and he suffered it. He forgot for a while his youth, the snorting of his nostrils tossed high in tho free air, The pounding of his forefeet on tho flatlands, The thunder of his hoofs in tho mountain valleys. Ho bore them willingly to tho westward, beyond the setting sun. Ho served them faithfully, them and their sons and their grandsons. Ho bore their burdens and laughed at their weight. And they frolicked with him and their children played on his broad back as on their doorsteps. They fondled him and spoke in his oar endearing phrases. They called him '' Oyo, the White Ono, the Beautiful.'' They wero proud of him and ho gladly suffered their bridle, And though tho stain of their burdens dimmed tho luster of his white coat, Still when thoy called him Ohio, tho White One, tho Beautiful > His heart responded and he neighed in pride. But, as tho generations passed, They became accustomed to him and they saw him not. ■ They know him not. His coat was thick with filth. His head still lay by the salt water And his head on tho mighty Hills, But they stabled him in. their own dung. They bound him with fetters of stool, and with steel they hobbled his foot. They encompassed his heaving flanks in a .^traitjacket of concrete. "With ribbons of stool they harnessed him about on each side. They grudged him tho room he took, their cities hedged him around. With their fires thoy branded him, and when he winced, Thoy jeered at him, saying, "Behold Ohio, the White One, tho Beautiful!" They thickened his blood with their poisons. And for a. time he was too tired to think. Ho lived as in a toiling dream. But through the. murky lights of his slumber, Through the sluggish reaches of his poisoned mind Came to him memories of his youth, That other he, the wild one, lord of the plains and the mountains. It was not the bridlo which shamed him But the misuse, the indignities. His head lay on the mountains And into his deafened ears there came, as from a distance, Tho soft falling of snow, Tho patter of rain, tho sound of waters. And through the clogged norvo-ehaunels of his brain crept whispers, "Eise, Father, and strike them, Beat thorn down I Shako off your fetters and.be proud and strong once more. Awake, Father, and strike!" And he remembered his strength and his pride. With a Hinge he rose to his knees, his'eyes glaring. He shook on high his crested mano, High above him tho foam of his mouth flew into the skies And camo back to sparkle on his dingy coat. And they behold his awakening and said, "It is nothing. Ho has a dream; lie will sleep again." But suddenly ho reared and plunged, His hoofs tliundorod in tho mountain valleys, His tail lashed tho plainlands. Like a strong wind he fell upon them; He destroyed and ravaged their fields. He burst through their homes nnd did not know ho had struck them. Ho scattered them like chaff before a great wind. His blood flowed hot and sweet in his veins, The poison stultified him no more. And they fled, where they could, to the mountains. But ho, when ho saw them fleeing in terror, Whon he saw their children mangled and bleeding under his feet, Ho repented of what he had done. '' They thought they owned mo,'' he said. "These little people are proud Even as I am proud. They thought they owned me. It is not so; we aro partners and brothers And they aro my people.'' A great weariness came upon him. "I will sleep," ho said. "I am weary, and when I awake I will niako amends to them, I do not Tear at their bridle; I will carry them and their burdens, But shame I will not endure.'' And as he slept_ they crept out of their hiding places And gazed at him in awe, as at one they had never seen. "This is Ohio," they said, "tho Strong Ono, tho Terrible; Wherewithal shall we bind him now? Thoro is not in all tho world a chain that will bind him." But when he awoke, and thoy fled, He gentled himself to tho haitcr And opened liis mouth to tho bit. And they, conscious of all they had done, Were shamed for a moment and wondered. So ho was bridled again and bent his neck to tho haltor. But ho has not forgotten his wrath though it passed. _\or will they, thoso that behold it. _____ |
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